Eighteen Visions
Patricide
Innocence. guilt
Look into a cold dark stare
My eyes will tear you apart
Can't look away
Your fate has been decided
Blood freezing
Body gone numb
Unnacepting of pain, but willing to assert it
You've given in to my stare
Can't take the pain
Can't accept the truth
Only fifteen hundred miles separate me from witnessing your demise
Blood freezing
Body gone numb
Slit throat
Icepick
A carving tool
Cut yourself and choke on your blood mother fucker
Strangled with stone cold hands
Your taste of blood is sour
Look into my frozen stare one more time as your mutilated body shatters